Sometimes

By Elsa ©

Sometimes you drive me crazy, Hutch. Sometimes you annoy me so much with your efforts to keep me healthy and sane that it makes me crazy. Sometimes I would like to shove that Hutch-finger of yours down your throat like your salads. Sometimes I wish I could set that greenhouse of yours ablaze, or trash it and break the stem of every damn plant there. Sometimes I would like to smack your guitar against the wall, throttle you with the strings.

Sometimes, Starsky, you're the worst man I know. Sometimes I wish you'd realise just what you're doing to me. Sometimes I wish you'd stop playing the idiot. Sometimes I wish you'd burn the jeans and the Adidas. Sometimes your behaviour drives me up the wall. Sometimes I pray that your head over heels way won't get us into trouble once again.

But most of the time, Hutch, you're just bloody worth every bit of you. Your care often makes me wonder what I've ever done to deserve it. Your friendship is worth more to me than my own life. Most of the time I'm so damn lucky to have you around that I feel embarrassed when I think bad of you. Hutch, forgive me my morose moods, my bad thoughts.

After all partner, you can have my boots, remember?

But not a day goes by, Starsky, without realising how much you mean to me. That it is your cheerfulness that pulls me through when I'm down. That your tenderness comes from the heart. That your concern is genuine and real. Every day I realise that I wouldn't be what I am if it wasn't for you. I'm sorry if I'm in your hair too much.

After all buddy, I wouldn't want to wear anyone else's boots, right?

 

The End

Elsa, March 2004